| And as always I arrive at the usual place
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| To tell her what I have not seen
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| And as always this day has passed
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| And I don't remember how and when it was
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| She in the fire is seen and not seen
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| I don't know her years of hers but she smiles:
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| It is his hand of hers like a thin veil
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| And he bends my head to do me good
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| And like all other times in bed
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| She makes love, she falls asleep on my chest
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| Caresses me in the light of a flame
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| And sings me a strange lullaby
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| You who come back, when you come back
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| You don't come back, you never come back
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| They are days, they are dreams
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| You come back but you never come back
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| You who come back, when you come back
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| You don't come back, you never come back
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| Now sleep, that if you sleep
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| While you dream maybe you will come back
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| I only have one time when the sky is already dark
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| And I am a servant, an acrobat, a warrior
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| But I don't remember the figures of the day
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| And every time it is evening when I wake up
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| Today I am almost twenty years old and I am blond
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| The other time forty and the other one hundred
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| And I wake up while I'm on horseback
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| And I touch the trees clinging to his neck
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| And I always tell her about another life of mine
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| And she pretends that she didn't invent it
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| Now the hut is full of lights
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| And she sings an old lullaby
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| You who come back, when you come back
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| You don't come back, you never come back
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| They are days, they are dreams
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| You come back but you never come back
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| You who come back, when you come back
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| You don't come back, you never come back
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| Now sleep, that if you sleep
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| While you dream maybe you will come back |